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Aug 2022
If only I knew,
What to stew.
I'd fill my ***
With a lot.
And let you sip
Until you slip
And let me be
Your only she.
I am no such witch,
I am just a itch.
A chore,
Never one to adore.
No such brew,
Nothing new.
Just  me.
Never we.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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